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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:24:40 GMT -5
stefan de velociraptor Administrator I gots power Posts: 35 (8/2/04 10:18 pm) 192.168.100.34 Remember Jim? Jim the compsognathus lay softly on his bed of straw in the small dinosaur compound of the park. as he watched Turner's plane taxi down the runway, he saw a small figure walk out from the hangar and head towards the main office building. He was puzzled. his sharp hearing had picked up the conversation between the humans and dinosaurs, and Azonthus was apparently going with them. Why had she changed her mind? Jim rose softly and snuck through the bars of his enclosure and followed, not knowing why he did so...
hey everybody, just thought I'd introduce that hastily constructed compsognathus called Jim
Labsmurf polyvalent Posts: 3 (8/9/04 11:50 am) 64.12.116.148 Here you go Azzy and Tamith, I POSTED. “No it won’t.” “Yes it will.” “All right, we’ll be running late tonight AND give the nightshift one heck of a pile of work but we still have to get back at dr Reid anyway, for letting half the tissue cultures of June get infected.” “It wasn’t Reid’s fault…” “It was too, he knows better then to rush when training one of our dear newbies, what are you defending him for, whose SIDE are you on?” Natasha laughed, “Why I can talk to dr Reid and get you relocated to his lab if you like him so much better then me…” “You wouldn’t last ten minutes without someone who actually knows what she’s doing.” Alice teased. “That’s it, you’re Reid’s new assistant!” dr Natasha Marcus exclaimed happily as she pulled out several long tubes from a liquid nitrogen tank then emptied them of the small plastic containers. “We’re starting these up NOW, I don’t care what the nightshift has to say about it, its about time they did something other then sitting, drinking coffee and occasionally pressing ‘enter’. I’m not the only one who is dying to find out what it is, I have five or six emails from dr Marsh alone begging for the latest progress on the biochemistry tests. Now you type, we’re starting with donor cells of ornithopod as well as one primitive prosauropod and a segnosaur, all in tenfold.” With a new species of which the exact order was unknown, it was best to have a wide range and hope that at least one of the donor cells biochemistry would make a good match to allow the new DNA to express itself properly and an embryo to develop. Of course there had been tests to see what exactly was in the bone and to everyone’s astonishment; there was intact DNA which required but little repair. Dr Marcus had wanted to try to clone one of the raptors with raptor/frog hybrid DNA once just to see what the REAL JP raptors would have looked like but she wasn’t sure if it was right to do so, besides the raptors wouldn’t be happy probably, with a Ranaraptor. “Isn’t that a bit much, ten of each?” Alice tried. “No, when cloning without being able to use donor egg cells of the species itself, the chance of the clone being viable is very small, we need to run many sessions to have a statistically good chance to get a healthy embryo. And the other scientists might pop a vein if they don’t get answers soon…<br>The radio was on softly in the background, this far, no reports of crashed airplanes or dinosaur sightings outside of Turner Park had been reported. The lab was very busy for the next 48 hours. In fact, it was too busy for anyone to notice any updates and messages from the ‘world’. stefan de velociraptor Administrator I gots power Posts: 36 (8/16/04 10:21 pm) 192.168.100.35 as promised, az, you now get to comprehensively step on me Gareth walked softly into the headquarters of turner park, Toki allowing him access with the small card that opened the security doors. The troodon led the way to Professor Turner's office, the darkened cooridors eerily silent except for the clicking of the dinosaur's talons. at the edge of hearing was the distant noise of the Caribean pearl powering down her engines and the commotion of the arrival of the ambassadors. Gareth found Turner's office and stepped quietly inside, turning to Toki as he did so. "if you want to come in, feel free, but I'll probably be waiting a few hours untill turner get's b-hurrrrrk" "so nice of you to come and visit" snarled Azonthus as she pinned the warrior to the ground with a toe-talon "I was wondering when you'd show your face. It's just so like you to, instead of ringing the front doorbell, sneak your way through the house, scare the crap out of everyone in it and then, when they've gone, walk in the front door without knocking." "it- it's good to see you too Azzy" muttered Gareth from his back "though I was expecting slightly less of a warm welcome, to tell the truth" "I'm sure you were, otherwise I'd be the one lying on the ground with something sharp at my throat, correct?" the raptor replied. Toki continued to stand motionless, holding the door, mouth hanging just agape. "I would never dream of it Az. though I would probably jump out from behind you and give you a good hug to wake you up. It's been what, almost a century, now." "to think, a hundred years and you still haven't grown up. still wandering around, sword in hand trying to save the world?" "as always, and no, not the world, just one little island to be precise" "well, if you're so bent on keeping our little secret a secret, what are you doing out here when hordes of angry militarists might be descending on our isle as we speak" "because, Azonthus, despite what you say, my job is important, and when I need to come out here it's going to be for a good reason, okay?" "not really. It might be if you would actually trust a fellow dinotopian long enough to tell us what on earth you're on about. on that subject," she loosened the grip of her claws "why don't you tell me now, before I have to poke you a little harder"
OT. okay, az, your turn now feel free to *ahem* persuade him to have a nice long chat. oh, and does anyone know when on earth turner is getting back, cause it's been far longer than four weeks now Turner neophite (8/17/04 11:10 pm) 66.141.122.212 I'm Back Suddenly the lights of the office flicked on, and both Turners stepped through the door. Azonthus tightned her grip and raised her other hand as if she was about to slash him across the face.
"So you must be Gareth..." Josh said standing across from the pair, his arms crossed across his chest. "Funny, I figured you'd be bigger" He stated, clearly becoming angry Toki Troodon and Science Nerd Posts: 292 (8/18/04 4:52 pm) 172.170.103.109 Re: I'm Back Toki stared at Azzy as she pinned Gareth to the ground, wondering whether he had missed somthing. "What do you mean militarists are descending upon the Island?", he asked, eye's widening in shock. "I will tell you in due time, but first could someone please get her off of me?", Gareth responded looking up at Azonthus with a grin. Turning to the door they noticed that the ambassadors staring at them through the door. "So this is the mighty Gareth, looks like you're not as mighty as the stories said you were", Castra said, cocking her head to the side. "Perhaps we could discuss this further, if you could get the raptor off of me", replied Gareth, grinning slightly.
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:27:12 GMT -5
Eskara1862 doyenne Posts: 997 (8/18/04 9:23 pm) 198.81.26.70 Re: as promised, az, you now get to comprehensively step on Az glared at everyone. This was too much. First, Gareth comes sneaking into the room, then Josh with all of the ambassadors, then Toki getting all crazy and squirrly... Snarling, she dug her claws deeper into Stefan's stomach.
"Back off people! I'm a raptor on the edge!" She was torn on which one to go after... Stefan was pinned and she was quite happy with him where he was, but Toki was right there and so gullible.
"Toki, you left the burner on in the kitchen. You may want to go check to see if your apartment is on fire." Az grinned, knowing full well that he didn't have access to a stove. Still, it was fun.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed the crazy troodon, "I must go check this!" He ran out of the room in quite a hurry, muttering under his breath about the sun exploding or some volcano destroying the eastern coast of the US.
"Now, as for you," Az looked down at Stefan. "I have something very special for you. I'm going to transport you to a very, very scary room. A room, with, a..." she paused dramatically. "MOOSE!" The raptor laughed evilly. "Either that or I'll hypnotize you into thinking you're an angry monkey. Wich would you prefer?" Eskara1862 doyenne Posts: 998 (8/18/04 11:27 pm) 198.81.26.70 A post from Vorchia! "I love this stuff... Caffeine content of six cups of coffee, in a CAN!!" Jane sighed and leaned back. " I told you, you shouldn't have listened to that Velociraptor..." Bob remarked. "Its good, its just caffeine, you'd need it too if your boss decided to turne everything upside down to start a whole new project, LATE at night..." Jane poured down half the can of Sundrop. "You should try it Bob, its good." "You must be really desperate to stay awake, what HAPPENED, what is SHE doing, this time?" He was referring to Jane's boss, Dr. Marcus. "Really, when its not Reid pushing international law, its her getting a brand new obsession isn't it?" "Oh yeah, that sums it up I fear, she got a hold of some bones everyone seems to be very excited about." Jane answered. "But I'm afraid I had better go back before miss evil genius decides to blow something up or can't find the Pasteur's pipettes and decides to ravage through every single drawer..."
The project wasn't running as smoothly as Natasha Marcus had hoped it would, of course not, whenever something should run smoothly in theory, reality and Murphy's law would come crashing down upon the lab. This might take a few more days, and then however long it'd take to incubate the eggs... stefan de velociraptor Administrator I gots power Posts: 37 (8/19/04 12:55 am) 203.173.2.229 continuing ‘You know, as much as I enjoy lying on my back listening to you lot duking it out, I would far rather be on my feet. Could you find it in your power to remove that claw from my stomach Az? I mean, it’s not as if I’m going to murder everyone in the room if I can stand up. If I’d wanted to do that you’d be dead already’<br>‘Strong words for someone lying on their back with a talon to their guts’ remarked Turner, still angry. However, it was not Gareth who replied but Az ‘And I assure you professor, every one of them true. You don’t know Gareth as well as I.’<br>Turner was taken aback momentarily, and some of his lividity subsided as Azonthus removed her claw and Gareth vaulted to his feet, straightening his cloak and tightening the shoulder sheath that held Kcaura. The light black Crytithe fabric fell around his shape, shrouding the man in darkness again. ‘Ah, much better. I thought Az might actually hurt me for a second there, but old ties are strong evidently’<br>‘Old ties?’ Turner ‘We were partners of a sort in a couple of adventures back on Dinotopia. We saved each other’s lives a few times each, those kind of things don’t get forgotten easily’<br>‘Oh’ Turner mumbled. ‘And to our recently arrived ambassadors, I’d like to say hello’ remarked Gareth, turning to look at Castra and her associates ‘ I don’t think I’ve met any of you personally before, but I’m sure you’ve heard of me, and it’s truly a pleasure to make your acquaintances. Now, I’ve had rather a long night and I need some rest. So I’ll leave you all to get unpacked and show myself to a room. I know where it is, don’t worry Mr turner, my intelligence gathering is excellent. See you in the morning.’<br>With that he simply walked out of there, Turner opening his mouth and raising a hand in a feeble protest but not managing to speak. He dropped his hand and sighed, looking at Az ‘So this guy is your friend, right?’<br>Az was staring fixedly at the point where Gareth had been ‘Actually, I was wondering where you keep the park’s store of high explosive. Screw saving his life. I’m gonna do the opposite if he does that again…’
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:27:58 GMT -5
Tamith Insane Posts: 5 (8/22/04 11:05 pm) 66.50.94.44 Moving on (I hope) A/N : Hey guys! One quick thing. Due to the fact that my character’s personality is not what it usually is in other RPs I use him in, I will really appreciate that if you are to use him in a post, you inform me prior to posting of his actions or words or whatever. This way we can avoid getting him off character and avoid me getting all frustrated and harassing Turner into editing I check my email daily so I should get back to you very fast. My email for those of you that do not have it is Tamith_kai@hotmail.com . You can also instant message me and I think you all have my contact. Ok, having said that, lets get back to the RP.
Dylan O’Connor smiled as Gareth exited the room. Yes, this was definitely the Gareth he remembered. Though perhaps Gareth didn’t remember him. Nothing at all had changed with the years. His smile faded as quickly as it had come.
That was a bad thing.
He looked back at the gathered group and sighed. Clearly they were going to get nowhere if the pace of things didn’t change. Dylan narrowed his bright blue eyes. He took the fact that no one was paying attention to him at the moment to slip out of the room and after the other man. If Gareth wanted to play games, so be it. It was only a pity that for the moment there was no way around this.
Dylan O’Connor appeared to be in his mid-thirties. He stood over six feet tall and had an athletically built body product of his genetics and occupation. His hair was deep mahogany in color and was left medium length though it was neatly trimmed. His handsome features had an overall youthfulness about them that had not abandoned him despite his years.
He followed the other man until he disappeared into the room of his choice. Dylan paused for a moment before entering and sighed. He really hated having to sneak in on people like this, but it always proved to be fun. He opened the door soundlessly and entered, then waited for a few seconds while Gareth detected his now perceivable presence. The other man spun around immediately and unsheathed his sword. Dylan smiled gently. “It’s ok, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he started. “And I come in peace, if that makes any difference.”<br> Gareth moved to say something but Dylan raised his hand to silence him for a moment longer. “I just wanted to talk to you for a moment, after that I’ll leave and you can go back to napping because I know you need it badly.” He paused to gather his thoughts grateful that the other one had decided to remain quiet if only for the moment. “My name is Dylan O’Connor,” he continued. “We met once before, if you search back far enough in your memory, I’m sure you’ll remember me as almost a boy. I was partnered with a Corythosaurus named Karua, and together we were Fresh Water habitat partners. Eventually, our efforts were rewarded and it was our honor to lead that noble guild.”
Dylan closed his eyes as if recalling a memory then looked up at his audience again. “After the death of my partner, I dedicated my self to the study of the currents around our island and the beach erosion inflicted upon our shores by the waves that crash on them, I also studied many ground water aquifers as well as river erosion. My extensive knowledge on the effects of flowing water on the land is what got me here today. Why am I telling you all of this you may wonder? It’s very simple. I have achieved great things for my land and my people, but it would be fool hearted if I were to assume I’ve done this all alone. My knowledge and my abilities would be all for nothing if I did not have a team of people there to back me up. Perhaps alone I could have done it, but it would have never been as impressive as what I have achieved with others. I know what the power of teamwork can do, and I know that for many things to act alone is certain disaster.
“I know you are very gifted, and I also know your abilities are great, but there are other great people here now as well. It is unwise to turn aside your possible allies, even more so to treat them differently from that which you wish to be treated, especially more so if the apparent problem concerns them. All that we are asking for is your cooperation. We wish to work with you, not against you. Sooner or later, we will know what you hide. That is the law of things, but we’d much rather learn it from you since you are already here. I do not think neither the Turners nor the group of people you simply left standing there will be in much mind to cooperate with you if your manners do not improve, don’t you think?” Dylan rose and eyebrow and smiled. “After all, these people can help you and your first impression has not been shall-we-say the best. We can also work against you, the choice is yours.”<br> He sighed and took a step backwards. “Perhaps you should think on what I have told you and speak with the rest of us again in the morning when your mind is cleared. My fellow ambassadors and I came here with a specific purpose, one that with your cooperation or not will be carried out. We wish to include you in it, but that choice is not mine to make,” he turned to leave then tossed over his shoulder as he opened the door, “Do not treat your fellows condescendingly, because your actions show your true character. Besides, you never know when the tables might just turn on you someday. Good night.”
With that he shut the door behind him and closed his eyes thoughtfully. He grimaced at a thought that tickled the back of his mind, then made his way back to where the Turners, the park representatives, and his fellow ambassadors waited. Eskara1862 doyenne Posts: 999 (8/22/04 11:53 pm) 198.81.26.70 Re: Moving on (I hope) Az noticed the rather familiar, muscular, form of a well known friend leave the room and followed. She'd know that scent anywhere; he always smelled of fresh water, or like the air after a cooling rain.
The crimson velociraptor waited patiently outside the door for Dylan to finish his little speech to Gareth. She smiled at the thoughts of Dylan and Gareth getting into a sword fight. She'd bet on Dylan.
While waiting, her mind drifted over the past one hundred and fifty years of her life. She didn't like to think of it much. Few knew she was really that old. For as old as she was, she only appeared to be around fifty, still quite young for a saurian whose lifespan could easily exceed two hundred years. And she still acted like a warrior in training at times.
As Dylan came out, she grinned. "Hey, old friend. Looks like someone finally grew up!"
Dylan smiled back. "Az! Long time since I've seen you. My body had to catch up to my great intellect eventually! How've you been?"
"Life in the outer world isn't so bad. I pretty much get to do whatever I want around here, though I cant travel much. And I can't exactly go back to Dinotopia for at least another fifty years."
"Immortality stinks."
Az nodded slowly. "Thank the stars I'm not truly immortal." Trying to turn the conversation to happier, and somewhat more satisfying matters, she brought up Stefan. "So, did you duel it out with our little super-hero?"
"No, though he deserved it. I just gave him a stern lecture. We'll see if he comes around or not."
"I want to watch when you do!"
"Knowing you, you'd be in on it."
"Me? Never... Hey, want some chocolate ice cream? There's loads of food in the kitchens!"
"We shoud probably get back to the other ambassadors."
Az rolled her eyes. "Yah, yah... Though I am curious as to what's going on. This is just one insane mess. Next thing you know, we'll be attacked by one-horned, one-eyed, purple-people eaters!"
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:28:32 GMT -5
Turner neophite (8/24/04 3:26 pm) 64.244.161.61 Texan with a gun Rebecca knelt on one knee speaking in soft tones with the Hyracotherium and Edaphosaur ambassador. Although she'd been away from Dinotopia nearly ten years, her skill with non-human languages had preserved nicely. Josh watched her as he sat atop his desk, boots nearly dangling to the ground. He had made small talk with the other beings until the pieces of mainland technology he had scattered across the office captured their attention. They were transfixed with his computer and the holographic park map which hung on the wall.
Given the night's events, he wasnt really in the mood for talking.
He moved off the desk and walked around to his wife. He bent down and touched her shoulder through the silken blouse. "I'm about to go check on our new friend...keep the ambassadors occupied, they might not approve of my hospitality."
Looking up at him, Rebecca rolled her eyes before turning back to the dinotopians. "Excuse me for a moment" She chirped in a language that Josh couldnt decipher.The creatures nodded and husband and wife stepped from the office. Rebecca pulled the door shut as she turned back to Josh. Her face became serious and she pointed a finger at Josh. "You had better watch your mouth and your back with that one" She said.
Josh simply grunted. She looked him in the eyes and took his hand in hers, squeezing it. "Just be careful..." "I will" he said cooley
Professor Turner made his way into the barracks sometimes used by tired employees. He walked down hall after hall until he was met by Azonthus and Dylan.
"Mr. O'conner, Azonthus" Josh said as he passed them.
He had reached the end of that hall and was about to swing left towards Gareth's room when he heard the rapid footfall of dromaeosaur and human feet coming up behind him. He turned only for a moment to acknowledge that he knew he was being followed. He finally stopped at the door, waiting for them catch up.
Dylan looked as though he was about to speak, but Azonthus shook her elongated head and a clawed hand. "We'll be here if you need us" She whispered as Josh opened the door and slunk into the darkness.
Enveloped by black, Josh crept through the room until he found the bed and the sleeping form of Gareth. When his eyes had adjusted to the dark, Josh grinned as he saw that Gareth was sleeping on his back, hands tucked behind his head. Josh reached over and struck the light switch, Gareth stirred like a child just woken from a nap. He felt Turner's strong hand griping his throat as he gasped for breath. He opened his eyes and found himself starring into the barrel of Josh Turner's GBA laser pistol
"Wake up you sonuvabitch!" Josh growled. Gareth looked around, clearly taken by surprise. Josh lifted the man from the bed by his throat, stood him up for a moment and then slammed him into the wall, his backside striking with enough force to drop the framed picture which hung just to the right of Gareth's head. He let the Dinotopian drop to the floor, never moving the sights of the pistol from Gareth's head
"You've disrupted the schedules of my park, damaged my property, broken at least, AT LEAST, four laws and majorally embaraced myself and Rebecca in front of both American and Dinotopian officials!" He yelled at the man "Now you'd better start talking and tell me exactly why you're here and what you want before I drop your sorry ass" Josh snarled
"As I told you before, all will be revealed in time..." Gareth stated as he pulled himself up. He ducked again as a brilliant green beam hit the wall behind him, just missing the left side of his head.
"Wrong Answer." Josh said as he fired again, this time striking the wall just to the right.
Gareth was about to pounce at Turner, when he saw that Dylan and Azonthus now stood behind the paleontologist.
"The next one wont miss." Josh said in an icey voice.
"I doubt the Professor would miss." Dylan said calmly as Azonthus nodded her head. "This game has gone on for long enough. Gareth, please, tell us what you know of this threat."
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:29:09 GMT -5
Tamith Evil Incarnated Posts: 6 (8/25/04 8:30 pm) 64.213.238.21 There's always a bigger fish... OOC: Ok Stefan, I thought I politely asked to pleeeease let me know what you were planning on doing with Dylan prior to posting. As your post was, he was 100% out of character, not only this, but the other characters in that post were as well. After speaking with their respective users, we have decided to rewrite the post you submitted. ‘For the story’s sake’ we will be forced to kick your butt because your actions throughout the whole of this story have been all but cooperative to the role play. A story had already been started out and all you’ve done from the beginning is disrupt it. We would have been only too happy to incorporate whatever ideas you could have given us, but instead you’ve been playing a totally one sided story and have repeatedly gone against the wishes of the game masters. My job is to rewrite this, I really have no idea what will happen from there, I ask you to please play as a fellow member, not an all-powerful force that dictates the fates of everyone else.
Gareth kept his eyes on a point just under the barrel of turner's pistol and began to talk. "Professor Turner. I would have thought your manners would extend to not waking me while I got some rest. Evidently I was wrong, and so I must remember to lock the door next time I want some peace."
"My manners?” Turner snorted. “Pardon my ‘so-called’ rudeness, but the one that barged into this building and this park uninvited was you. The one that has been decidedly imposing from the moment we met was you! Don’t you think I would demand a little bit of respect in exchange for giving it? I ask you again, I demand to know what the hell you want with us and what your ‘so called’ threat involves.”
Gareth smiled "I'm sorry about the, um, willful lawbreaking and so forth that you accuse me of, my pliancy’s are as before. As for the property, Turner park has already received a lump sum that should pay for repairs and inconveniences courtesy of Simon. It'll be about a day or so before the bank clears it though."
Turner raised an eyebrow. “Do you think we care about the money? You breach my security, you barge in making ludicrous demands, you completely embarrass my family and staff in front of our guests, you claim a phantom threat on the homeland of these people and you actually expect them to smile and go along with your every whim when your actions have been all but trustworthy?! That Dinotopia which you claim in danger includes me, my wife, and my colleagues and friends. It is our duty to together protect it for their sake and ours."
"That, I respect and admire, Professor, for we then share common goals. Evidently, however, we do not share common methods," Gareth stared meaningfully at the pistol in Turner's hand, "and so I am forced to withhold my information until I can speak to a group of people interested with the survival of the island so that not one method or counter will go unexamined or unrebuffed. In this matter we can only go for the finest of solutions."
Josh Turner laughed. "So you cannot trust me with this information. This is *chocolate* unbelievable!"
"Yes, it would amount to that at this moment. You have, Turner, a penchant for acting rather rashly, as you have demonstrated tonight, without great thought for your actions. That I cannot allow in these circumstances, so please, in the interests of the island, let the issue be until morning and get some sleep. You will need it"
Turner shook his head "No, tell me. Your little games have gone far enough and none of us will allow them to go any further. We demand that you answer our questions. Had you just rang the doorbell like any civilized person would, you would not find yourself in this precarious situation. You are in no position to make demands."
"No? I thought I was. I am on my own two feet, with my own two arms and my head resting firmly on my shoulders. I have, so far as I can tell, no broken bones or internal bleeding and hardly so much as a slight bruise where you dug your ring finger under the lateral muscle of my neck. How then, am I in no position to resist?"
"You also have a laser pointed at your forehead, two strong men and a raptor quite ready to beat you into submission and a serious attitude problem."
"Turner, for a Dinotopian you are quite unperceptive. Please, don't make me take that thing off you."
Turner smirked. “I’m not Dinotopian, Mr. Perceptive, I’m Texan.”
The next few moments happened in a blur. The next thing the audience that had witness the verbal spar noticed was Turner rolling to his feet on the floor. Azonthus didn’t waste a second. In a flash of red and gold, she was on top of Gareth who was knocked off his back and back against the wall. Firearm forgotten for the moment, Turner walked up to the other man and punched him hard on his left temple. Gareth stumbled to his side, and then unsheathed his sword. Azonthus and Turner jumped backwards for a moment before the Velociraptor renewed her attack. Gareth’s sword came up in self-defense bruising the raptor’s side. Azonthus let out a roar of surprise and pain and rolled out of the way as Gareth’s sword came down again.
Disregarding his own safety, Josh Turner threw himself at Gareth in a mixture of anger and indignation at the attack on Azonthus. Gareth brought his sword up yet again, but this time his attack never had the chance to finish. With a look of utter amazement, Turner realized that he was frozen in place. He looked around in bewilderment and found Dylan, the only person in the room that had not yet participated in the free-for-all, standing a few feet to his right. His face was completely dark and devoid of emotion, but his eyes were burning in a bright shade of aqua that made him barely look human. In a heartbeat he had positioned himself between Turner and Gareth and sent the armed man slamming back into the wall without touching him.
Gareth rose and coolly charged at the other man weapon leading the way knowing all-to-well that the other would duck or move. This didn’t happen. Gareth froze as he realized his blade had gone completely through the other man. Dylan’s expression was still frozen as Gareth pulled the blade back out and realized to his horror that it was clean. He looked up at the other man in surprised as it suddenly dawned on him that this man before him was absolutely nothing like to cocky boy he could have remembered. Dylan’s eye’s narrowed and Gareth flew across the room towards the far wall, just that this time he never hit the floor. Gareth was suspended three feet above the ground, his sword flew out of his hands and fell meters away at Azonthus’ feet. Dylan walked up to the other man and paused when he was but a meter away. “A true hero,” he started his voice completely empty of emotion. “does not need to go around proving himself. A true hero does not sneak in stealth seeking to outsmart his own allies, a true hero does not work in his own egocentric schedule nor does he need to stalk in darkness. Most importantly a true hero does not need to pretend to be superior in order to gain the respect of others. Pure actions alone do that. You, on the other hand, have behave like a coward and like a bully by seeking to out best people that only wish to help.”<br> Gareth made a move to say something but Dylan’s glowing eyes silenced him.
“This game has gone far enough. You will cooperate or provoke our wrath,” Dylan glared up at him. “Do not even try to get down from there, you will only be killing yourself. I’ve used your biochemistry and fused it with the wall that sustains you. Breaking free will only result in the ripping of your skin and exposure of your innards. Your own biology contains the key element that makes you weak before me, I do not recommend you try to confront me again or risk loosing what little humanity remains in me.”<br> Josh Turner and Azonthus had both recuperated from their surprise at the sudden turn of events and walked to stand next to Dylan.
“You’ve completely mastered the command of water,” Azonthus told him with a smile. “I don’t recall you being able to do that before.”<br> Dylan turned to her and smiled. The gesture softened his features enough that he looked human once again. “I’ve more than mastered it, I remember.”<br> “That was good,” Josh said when nothing came to mind. The Texan then chuckled. “That was *chocolate* good.”<br> Dylan nodded his thanks at the compliment. “Very well Professor, I believe you were in the process of interrogating this man…” Turner neophite (8/25/04 10:24 pm) 64.244.161.57 Talk about big fish... The Professor reholstered his pistol as he stepped towards the intruder immobilized against the wall like unfortunate insect caught in the web of a spider. "Indeed I was Mr. O'conner."
Turner now stood directly in front of Gareth. "Well, He certainly showed you who the better warrior was didnt he?" Josh chided the man, not caring that it probably only angered the man further. He stepped back and looked over his shoulder,motioning towards the chairs at the back of the hotel room. "Pull up a chair guys, Gareth's going to tell us a little story now. Arent you?"
There was silence. Turner expected as much. "I'd advise you to start talking before my friend there..." He pointed to Dylan. " decides to fuse you to the inside of the Carcharodon tank. I'm sure Ariel could use the snack this time of night"
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:29:33 GMT -5
Labsmurf polyvalent Posts: 4 (8/26/04 12:35 pm) 82.197.198.150 Re: Talk about big fish... ((A megalodon called Ariel? Awwww lol))
The alarm on the incubator bleeped, quickly a hand touched the keyboard in the adjoining room to adjust the temperature. "It should be a few mroe ours before the first eggs hatch, IF they keep developing at this rate, don't kill me if they don't hatch yet." Dr. Marcus had the phone between her chin and her shoulder talking while typing. "Yes dr. Reid, I know, we all are but I can't tell you much, me and Valerie have orders to tell the professor FIRST, I'm sorry. Oh I have a call on the other line, speak to you later!" The incubator had stopped bleeping, thankfully, it sounded way too much like an alarmclock on a Mondaymorning. "What, yes, of course, ask Valerie, I'm working on Turner's latest project right now. Yes he's not back yet as far as I know, but then again I haven't checked for messages and my beeper hasn't gone off since oh, a whole hour, I'm sure its about to or it'll break its personal record for prolonged silence." Dr Marcus got up, wtill listening to the phone when suddenly all the lights in the lab flashed then powered off, the cumputer's buzz died to silence, as did much other equipment. "Well this is interesting", Natasha reached for the buttons secondary power supply, wondering what blew the fuse THIS time... stefan de velociraptor self-proclaimed know-it-all Posts: 41 (8/31/04 8:43 am) 203.173.2.229 continuing on, kill this one if it is bad. hopefully not. Gareth hung against the wall limply, Dylan's power holding him up.
"so, are you going to talk or do I have to introduce you to my fist" muttered Turner as he sat down on the chair.
"I'd guess the latter" responded the man, causing Turner to raise an eyebrow"
"stubborn little *chocolate* aren't we?"
"you could call me that" Gareth said softly as his conciousness flowed into the bruise on his temple, blood trickling from the broken vessels and scar tissue rushing to the spot, causing the wound to deflate and return to it's normal colour
"he won't talk, Turner" said Azonthus. "you'll have to either kill him or get some other people in here if we ever want an end to this. if you want to do the former, I'm quite happy to assist"
"no" Josh shook his head "he's convinced me at least that there is a hazard to dinotopia, I'm not knocking him off until I find out what it is. However," he grinned "I'll ensure that he does exactly what I say when he wakes up"
"wakes up?" asked Az and then winced as the punch connected. Gareth slumped against the wall, still held by Dylan's bonds, his skin stretching as it took his full weight. Dylan let go and he slid to the ground.
"now, let's get some rest. I'll get security to lug this git into a holding cell until morning" he kicked Gareth and rolled him onto his back "one with bloody laser bars if I have to. I'm not having him smashing any more of this park
Turner neophite (8/31/04 9:03 pm) 64.244.161.58 How the Professor Saved Christmas When you're 2,500 yrs old, 5'9ft tall and tip the scales at nearly 280 pounds, riding in a craft that was designed for beings a fourth your size and shaped like a bullet with the stripes of a candy cane is less than comfortable. Santa thought about this as he tried to squeeze into the seat behind Acbar the elf.
"I've been down chimneys that were more spacious than this" He mused aloud, his bulk finally fitting into the tiny seat.
"I do apologize for this sir, I dont believe the technicians had humans in mind when they designed these craft." Acbar said, turning back from his seat in the pilots chair to face his boss.
"I'll manage, it'll just make me appreciate the sleigh more" Santa said.
Acbar grinned and turned back to the consol and finished typing in coordinates for their trip. He reached up and struck a button. The ramp door through which they had entered rose up and sealed them in with a loud hiss. The elf then pulled down a slender microphone and cleared his throat before speaking "Air Control, this Acbar Cornelius aboard the Bing Crosby. Do you copy?"
There was silence for a moment before a voice came across the airways.
"We copy Mr. Cornelius, What is your destination this evening?"
Acbar thought for a moment "Western Hemisphere, North American Continent, United States of America, State of Texas, Arlen County, City of Westmeadow, Turner Park" He spoke slowly,knowing that the elves in Air Control needed to record the exact destination for their records.
"Roger that Bing Crosby, you are cleared for launch from chute 321. Have a pleasant trip Gentlemen."
The radio fell silent and there was a slight rumbling. At the very end of the launch chute, the ancient doors parted to reveal the beauty of an Artic night. The stars and the Northern Lights cast an eery glow on the ice walls of the cylinderical cave as the Bing Crosby rose silently, hovered for a moment and then shot out of the chute like a ball from a cannon. The fate of Christmas rested in their hands and there was only one man who might be able to help Labsmurf polyvalent Posts: 5 (9/1/04 12:46 am) 82.197.198.150 Re: How the Professor Saved Christmas ((OOC, lol Josh, whats this? Ok, now I suddenly get a picture of Legolas in Christmas elf costume and kids calling him miss elf because of that barbie hair of his. Yes thats totally random.))
"I'm not having a Mondaymorning temper and stop arguiing with me. I just don't like being locked into a room with an electronic lock when electricity goes off then having to call one of the technicians because I can't get the 'fool proof' secondary power backup system up from that room, THEN the battery of the cellphone dies AND there's no coffee, Mountain Dew or Sundrop available AND you expect me to be nice, sweet and diplomatic." "Thats great, we´ll leave the diplomatic kindness through gritted teeth act to mrs Turner." "Mrs Turner being diplomatic through gritted teeth? You don´t want to see that, she´s near impossible to anger but when she does... Wasn´t she the one that scared the Tyrannosaur into coorperating to have his dental in the first place? I´ll show diplomatic kindess to whoever blew that fuse and caused all the systems to have to reboot and a day´s work for many having to be redone. But the incubators didn´t cool more then half a degree, which should have little effect, the eggs are close to hatching, they actually squeek every now and then. If the professors wants to see them hatch, he had better hurry up with getting back from his little trip."
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:29:57 GMT -5
Eskara1862 doyenne Posts: 1001 (9/1/04 9:39 am) 205.188.116.148 Caged Dinotopian! Az looked down at Gareth. "I doubt we have any cages with laser bars." She contemplated the best way to hold him for a while without really hurting him.
"We could stick him in a carnosaur paddock..." Josh suggested.
"No, he already showed he can get past security," Dylan broke in.
"I've got it!" Az laughed. "We're gonna stick him in a cage. We can use one of the cages used for transporting the parks velociraptors when they're a little ticked off. The bars are small enough that Gareth couldn't fit through, the cage is big enough he won't be cramped, and there's that cover on the lock to keep the raptors from picking it. Sounds Gareth proof to me!"
Josh smiled. "Perfect. Stick him in a cage until he agrees to cooperate."
"And if he doesn't, then we'll stick that cage in the middle of the raptor pen!" Az almost danced around with the thought.
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Az and Dylan sat outside the cage, eating popcorn. They had helped the guard raptors move Gareth into it and elected to stay and watch him until he woke up. To their endless amusement, Gareth slept with his mouth wide open.
"I'm guessing... ice?" Az threw a piece of popcorn at Gareth, missing his mouth by inches.
"Nope. One more guess. What gets wetter as it dries?" Dylan almost made it, but the popcorn bounced off sleeping beauty's nose.
Az threw another piece of popcorn, and ate a few more. "I don't know, I give up."
"A sponge!"
They went back and forth asking each other crazy riddles until Gareth decided to grace them with his conscious presence.
Turner neophite (9/1/04 6:25 pm) 64.244.161.54 North meets West As the days passed, life at Turner Park gradually returned to normal. The metal domes were lowered and the animal habitats became accessible again. The Dinotopian ambassadors greatly enjoyed themselves and this little slice of the outside world. On days when their schedules allowed, the humans would dress in contemporary clothing and take fieldtrips to nearby attractions. The professor and Rebecca even took the other beings with them as visual aids when they did a series of lectures for the local school district.
One day, after he'd done a speech at Meadowview Highschool, Josh came back to his office and was enjoying a bottle of Cream Soda as he flipped through a magazine about dinosaur models. There was a knock on the door and Charlene Gwangi stuck her head into the room. "I'm sorry to disturb you Josh, but your 2:30 is here."
"I didnt know I had a 2:30, but it's cool, you can go ahead and send them back" Josh said, putting the magazine aside. She smiled and closed the door. Josh took a few moments to straighten his tie and run a comb though his hair.
The door opened again and Charlene entered, followed by a large bearded man in a brown suit and cowboy hat and a smaller person in a three-piece suit that Josh initially took to be a child. Josh stood as his secretary made the introductions. "Professor Turner, this is Mr. Kringle.." She said pointing to Santa, who reached out and shook Josh's hand "and Mr. Cornelius". Josh bent down on one knee and shook Acbar's hand. Upon a closer look, Josh noted the smaller beings pointed ears, four-fingered hands and slightly greenish skin "This must be one sick kid" Josh thought sadly to himself. "How you doing sport?" Josh said with a smile. The elf only smiled and kept his sarcastic comments to himself.
Josh offered them seats and drinks before taking his own seat behind his desk. "Now, what can I do for you gentlemen?"
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:30:22 GMT -5
Tamith Evil Incarnated Posts: 7 (9/1/04 11:51 pm) 66.50.94.190 Joint post: Introducing Oxalis as Rebecca Dylan O’Connor stretched his arms and put them behind his head as he paced about Turner Park and stared up at the sky. It was a clear day and he smiled as he noticed the wispy cirrus clouds dash across the sky like ice feathers. It had been a very long time since he had seen the sky from the outside of Dinotopia and it felt strange to know he was willingly away from his homeland again. He was passing by one of the animal paddocks and slowed down at the familiar presence. He walked up to the sign that identified the featured exhibit and grinned broadly. He detoured into the site, then opened one of the doors labeled ‘authorized personnel only’ and carefully shut it behind him. There was a violent splash as he neared the gargantuan tank that opened to one of the aquarium windows somewhere below. “Hello Ariel,” he said walking up to the top of the tank and staring down. “Been fed lately?” As in response to the man, the waters of the tank swirled violently and the giant fin of the Megaladon broke the surface. Dylan smiled as the prehistoric shark swam past him splashing water out at him in the process. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Dylan told it fondly. The shark passed by again, but this time slowed down just enough for the man to stretch out his hand and slide it over the slick, smooth surface of the shark’s skin. “Guess you really aren’t in the mood to eat trespassers then, even if this one has already been caged and stuffed with popcorn.” He watched as the shark sank like a rock beneath the surface then splashed up again this time completely drenching him with the wave it formed. “You know, most people would think what you’re doing is rather suicidal.”<br> Dylan spun around rapidly and found Kha’ling and André, two of his fellow ambassadors walking up towards him. “Aren’t you supposed to be on guard duty?”<br> Dylan grinned as the two humans approached. “Well, Azonthus is taking a chocolate break, so I thought I’d go walk around for a bit.”<br> “Yeah,” André replied with a sardonic smile, “we can see that. Playing with the Megalodon… you really are unique.”<br> “Yeah well, it deserves to be visited too,” Dylan said walking away from the tank. “I get the feeling it doesn’t get too many house calls.”<br> “You think?” Kha’ling said smiling. “Well if it helps, I noticed something was up as we walked by the tank and noticed the most peculiar behavior coming from that shark…. Seeing the current state of your clothes, I’d say I know what it was up to.”<br> “So you are both out site seeing too?” he asked them as he led the way back out of the tank grounds. “Rather,” the other man told him. “We thought about looking for Professor Turner. We’ve been here a while and still the matter we came to discuss has not been addressed. Perhaps gathering our group and meeting some time soon would be appropriate.”<br> “Perhaps,” Dylan agreed. “I’ll help you find him, I think I can afford to be absent from my post a few minutes longer.” They all walked together towards the main office building, with the hopes of finding Professor Turner. As they walked into the lobby Rebecca Turner was walking out of one of the offices. She noticed the inquisitive looks on the face of Dylan O’Connor’s company. Dylan as always had this peculiar look upon him as if he had not a care in the world, completely drenched in water. “Hello Mr Simons, Mrs Zestra, Dylan.” said Rebecca as she saluted her fellow Dinotopians. “So good to see you again, how has your stay been?”<br> “Seek Peace, Mrs. Turner,” Kha’ling Zestra replied. “Our stay has been very pleasant, thank you.” She smiled. “As you can see, most of our group has been scattered around the park engaged in different activities.”<br> “I’m very glad that your stay has been pleasant. I would have to apologize for my husband since he’s been very busy since you arrival. Right now he’s in a very important meeting with some old bearded man. Is there something I can help you with?” she said while she pulled open the door to her office. “Actually there is,” André Simons replied. “We were hoping to meet with Mr. Turner and park representatives to discuss with them the reasons for our visit. We know the park has gotten some unplanned activity and all schedules have been very full, but perhaps later this week we could all make time?”<br> “We also must keep in mind,” Dylan added. “That we are being expected back on the Island before anything about the discovery is done. Whatever help you can all give us will be greatly appreciated.” “We are currently analyzing and working on the mysterious bones. I really have no further information that I can provide you. But if you want I’ll invite you guys to our dinner meeting with Dr Marcus, the principal researcher on the project. My husband is SUPPOSED to meet us there.” Rebecca said stressing that last part. “Apparently this mysterious guest is taking up most of his time today, seeing as he hasn’t come out of the office in quite some time.”<br> “We’d like that,” Kha’ling Zestra told her. “We can give them the preliminaries on our research. I suppose we can gather up the rest of us Islanders and be ready by early tonight.”<br> “Eh…” Rebecca stumbled. “We are going to go eat at one of those fancy restaurants in town. That was the only way we could drag Dr Marcus out of her lab. As you can imagine we can’t take any of the saurians. But I’m sure we can arrange something to fill them in later, if that’s okay with you.” She concluded while looking for approval in the faces of her guests. She didn’t think they would be too happy about the idea but she had to give it a try. “Azonthus wont be happy about that,” Dylan stated. “And I’m sure Atilla will have something to say about it.”<br> “Just Atilla?” André said. “However, perhaps they will agree considering the incredible amount of side tracking that has been going on since we got here. Just this morning Castra was telling me how perhaps we were spending ‘too’ much time joyriding.”<br> “Yes,” Kha’ling said. “If it is to get our message across, I think they will agree. We can have another meeting here in the Park soon afterwards.”<br> “It is settled then. We can meet here at around 8:00pm and ill tell Josh all about it, so that he can arrange for the transportation. Now if you would excuse me I have to go get Dr Marcus out of her lab before she finds an excuse to cancel.” Rebecca said with a half smile. Then she escorted them out and headed towards the lab. “I better change then,” Dylan told his companions as they walked away from the building. “And tell Azonthus she’ll have to stand guard ‘solo’ for a while… I’ll make sure she gets a good supply of sweets.”<br> “You should,” Kha’ling told him. “Like we wont be attracting enough attention as it is with the robes and the language, we’d be having you walking in soaked. Talk about culture shock.”<br> Dylan O’Connor grinned. “Hey, I tutored the lot of you in English on the trip here. It’s not my fault you guys are so bad.”<br>
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:30:58 GMT -5
Turner neophite (9/2/04 1:21 pm) 64.244.161.66 Something fun "So, let me get this straight..." Josh said sarcastically, leaning forward onto his desk and talking with his hands. He pointed at the elderly gentleman in the brown suit. "You're Santa Clause,.." Santa nodded and smiled. "And the little guy is an elf.." He pointed down at Acbar, who sat atop a telephone book in his chair. The elf shook his head in agreeance and smiled. "And the two of you just shot down from the North Pole because all of your flying reindeer, Rudolph included, have come down with something called the Rolunda flu, which you've already developed a vaccine for,but the deer must remain in quarintine for two years so that they can heal properly. And why do you need my help again exactly?" Josh asked. This was by far the wildest story he had heard in a long time.
"Because.." Acbar began patiently "The flying reindeer are decended from the Irish Elk, an animal also known as the Megaloceras, which as been extinct since 9,500 years ago." He paused to make sure Josh still followed, which he did, but he was trying not to smirk or roll his eyes. Santa watched all of this as he sucked contently on his pipe. "With the entire herd of reindeer, thats the entire species, all two hundred fifty-seven animals in quarentine, we cant make our annual run. We need to borrow 13 of your Megaloceras, Professor, otherwise there are going to be a lot of disappointed children"
Josh laughed and put his chin in his right palm. "This is ridiculas" He stammered between laughs. "Did Croco and Maryellen put you guys up to this?" he asked when he finally stopped laughing. Santa and the elf shook their heads and looked at each other. Josh rose from his seat and gestured towards the door with his arm "I'm sorry gentlemen, but my Megaloceras dont fly, and I'm a busy man today,so I'm afraid I dont have time for this. But, tell Croco he finally go me"
Both beings rose from their seats. The elf had a rather dejected look on his face. Santa bent down and whispered something into his pointy ear. Acbar nodded and walked out the door, closing it behind him.
Santa remained on his feet as he spoke to the Professor. "Josh, I know you're having trouble believing our story, but it's like Shakespeare wrote in Hamlet, there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. I would have thought that those 8 years you spent on Dinotopia would have shown you that."
Josh's jaw dropped and his knees suddenly felt weak. He could only shake his head as he reseated himself. Somewhere from his heart came a tiny voice that told him that this man was telling the truth. It was a warm sensation, almost magical and it made him feel like a child again. Santa took his seat back and looked at Josh, those warm eyes peering down to his soul. "Look into your heart Josh, you know we're telling the truth"
Josh suddenly smiled very largely and nearly lept from his seat. He shook Santa's hand, then Santa rose and gave Josh a big hug. "I knew you'd come around. You never really grew up on the inside.." He said as he hugged the paleontologist
Josh laughed and broke the hug "I dont believe this..I mean I do, but I dont..I didnt think you were really real, I thought you were just a legend, a myth. Never in a million years did I think I'd ever meet you!"
Santa gave his trademark laugh and replied "Well, I'm very real and so are the elves and the reindeer and we still need your help"
"Whatever you need you've got. Shoot, anything for Santa Clause!" Josh said, he was about to speak again when he looked down at his watch and saw that is was much later than he expected. " Oh man,I'm really sorry, but I've got to go. Rebecca and I are having dinner with some friends tonight. Say.." He thought "Why dont you and Mr. Cornelius join us" He asked
Santa shook his head and waved his hand "No, no, It's been a long trip and I'd hate to impose on you and the ambassadors. If you could just recommend a nice quite hotel, We'll get a nights rest and then come back tomarrow and iron out the details"
Josh reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a plastic card with a green stripe and a series on indentions on top of it. "I'll do better than that.." He said, handing the card to Santa "This is the key to my private suite in The Grand Therapod. Top floor, room 917. If yall need anything at all, just put in on my tab"
Josh showed Santa out of the office and flagged down a golf-cart, which he instructed to take the parks biggest VIP ever to the five-star hotel on the edge of park property. Josh waved as he watched the vehicle depart. He hadnt felt this young in years
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:31:23 GMT -5
Labsmurf polyvalent Posts: 6 (9/3/04 5:29 pm) 212.142.15.103 Re: Something fun The white board was covered in colored pictures of embryo’s that hadn’t made it, embryo’s in various stages of development. Numbers, dates and side-notes as well as several arrows and vague signs were sketched onto the pictures themselves to indicate certain parts and most importantly unusual shapes and deformities. Sometimes cloning wouldn’t work well, one deformity appeared on the backbone of an otherwise well developed embryo of two weeks old. It appeared to have developed two upper arms on each side before it died. Now it was three weeks after the eggs had gone into the incubator, one by one all eggs contents had ceased development, except for one. It squeaked and the egg shook a bit setting off the alarm.
“Mrs Turner, it is not a good time for me to leave the lab right now and I’m not a diplomat, I’m a scientist. I might gravely insult our guests without even knowing it!” Dr. Marcus had the phone on the speaker while working behind the computer at the same time, she was sitting in the little office looking out over the incubator room. One of the hatchling specialists fetched the egg from the incubator after shutting the alarm off. Dr. Marcus would have liked to cease the conversation right that moment, except then that you can’t really hang up on your boss’s wife, especially not if she too is a very important person in the park. “Why I can’t leave? Well we had a mysterious power failure we still haven’t figured out, it didn’t do much good to our equipment and delayed many things, worse, it could happen again. I really have to stay here until all is fixed up, as much as I would love to come have dinner, I must decline the kind offer thank you Mrs Turner.” Her hand reached for the disconnect button on the phone. Rebecca however, wasn’t buying it. “You’re diplomatic skills are good enough, just pretend you’re in the middle of the Rainy Basin, alone, and facing Stinktooth, got that? Except then that these are human so you can smile of course. For the rest, I’m sure Dr Reid could manage rescuing the world whenever there is another short circuit in your absence. That, or I ask Dr reid to come, maybe he is the better person for explaining about the research done at the park anyway.” Rebecca let the sentence trail off smiling slightly. She knew Dr. Reid and Dr. Marcus had had a little war going on since the start, involving who was really the smartest, had gotten more publications on their name, got more done in less time, got new patents or won prizes. Dr Marcus took the bait. “But Dr Reid is FOR cloning hominids and he is a little too unconventional. Not that I mind originality for the good of science and I know the environmentalists want my blood just as badly but I don’t break the laws. Besides, he has no patience with people who don’t speak English well…” “OK, be ready to go at 19:00.” Rebecca declared. Dr. Marcus’s eyes went wide. “But Mrs Turner, as you most certainly know, we cloned the creature and it is hatching right now. I have my orders from the professor to give him all the details first, its hatching now, I have to stay and watch to report, I cannot leave.” “Give the details about the creature during dinner, its not like its your first clone Natasha, the lab has handled new species before.” Rebecca was getting annoyed. “Josh does want you come too by the way, what do you want me to, do, call security to drag you out of your lab, steal your labcoat and drop you on my doorstep for further instructions on how to survive dinner without a microscope?”<br>“No…” Dr. Marcus sighed, annoyed. Suddenly the first picture of the new creature rolled onto her computer screen. “Egg number 8 hatched” was the simple comment attached to the picture. Dr Marcus stared, then said a word she shouldn’t have said, especially not with an open phone line, but such is the way of the absentminded scientist. “WHAT did you say?!” Rebecca sounded angry now,. Natasha slapped her head. “Not you, I’m sorry Mrs Turner, the picture, the creature, you’ve got to come to the hatchery… Its like a big saurian, with wings…” she sounded like she didn’t believe it herself but the lab had, sometimes accidentally cooked up really strange creatures before. Anyway, Natasha hung up the phone and didn’t answer it again as she was walking to the hatchery fast, trying not to run. In a lab you’re not allowed to run and she had to set a good example somehow, even if it was inconvenient. Rebecca wasn’t pleased at all, dragging Natasha out of her lab was going to be tougher job then expected. She’d have to actually get all the way through security to the high security cleanroom-labs, which usually took at least 30 minutes since it involved changing into sterile suits twice. This is how Rebecca Turner got to be dressed up beautifully in a white suit with a green hat, nosecap, goggles, white plastic gloves and of course, the very fashionable bright blue footwear. “I’m going to kill her right after dinner, for having such incredibly unflattering working clothes.” Rebecca muttered darkly as she had failed to be allowed to run through in her normal clothing. Then she looked at the mirror and was torn between complete horror and great amusement, she sure looked interesting right now, but then again, everyone in this area of the lab wore these things. As if that made it any better. “Look at it…” Natasha patted the little creature then stroked the wing structures on its back, trying to get it to move a bit. “I wonder what its wing span is…” The creature was about ten inches long and lay sprawled in one of the little nests with heatlamps, some pieces of the eggshell still stuck on its skin. The creature was still a bit wet too and hadn’t opened its eyes although it looked well developed, the legs seemed strong enough to carry it, once it has rested a bit. “I wonder what it eats too.”<br>Then Rebecca, who had finally been able to get past everyone and everything, walked in and looked at the creature. “So this is the creature that causes you to be so incredibly rude today? It doesn’t look dinotopian really.” “Isn’t it cute?” Natasha couldn’t tear her eyes away. “To be blunt, no, it looks a like a big winged worm.”<br>“WHAT?” That got her attention. “It was just my turn to be rude. Now we’ve seen the creature, which is indeed very interesting but the ambassadors now just said we weren’t supposed to DO anything with the discovery until they had spoken to us about it. This of course now being too late since we already cloned. I really need you to come and help clear up matters as well as decide what to do, tonight, over dinner.” Rebecca tried pleading now. “That sounds like a nice mess, I suppose we can keep the news about the creature in the lab for a while. As long as it doesn’t decide to take off and fly out of the chimney that is.” Dr. Marcus joked. “I can just see Croco and his men try to catch a baby dragon…” Rebecca laughed. “It’d be a nice challenge for them too! NOW, however, we’re leaving and you need not try to show up wearing your labcoat, it is also forbidden for you to have your cellphone with you, is that understood?” Rebecca glared as she more or less forced Natasha to move to the exit. “Uhm yes, I’ll borrow one of Valerie’s surgeon gowns and dye my hair green to go with it.” Natasha smiled. “You will behave and show up looking your best or I’ll have Dr. Reid be the new head scientist of the park.”<br>Turner neophite (9/4/04 9:17 am) 66.141.119.152 VEry very very nice!!!! Thats awesome! We've got a baby dragon and Rebecca can be mean!!! Well Done! I'll post as soon as I get the chance. We're still going with the winged herbivourus ornithipod right? That way it really wont be your standard dragon.
Think of it as an Iguanadon that can spit fire!
Talk to yall later---------The Professor
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:31:57 GMT -5
Labsmurf polyvalent Posts: 7 (9/4/04 10:01 am) 82.197.198.150 OOC Well thats why I didn't get very descriptive, Gianna said you planned a dragon with wings and the ability to breathe fire but she didn't have any further specifics. Winged herbivorous fire breathing Iguanodon it is. Now why does this remind me of Leafy... Toki trochal Posts: 293 (9/4/04 1:28 pm) 172.209.127.109 Re: OOC OOC: This will bring up many interesting questions about the evolutionary history of such a creature. Also, how exactly do Irish Elk fly? My guess would be that you give them alot of beans and rely on a form of primitive rocket propulsion. Breath Deep, Seek Knowledge “We must question the story logic of having an all-knowing all-powerful God, who creates Humans, and then blames them for his own mistakes.” - Gene Roddenberry “Question with boldness even the existence of God; because if there be one, He must approve the homage of Reason rather than that of blindfolded Fear.” - Thomas Jefferson "In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move."-Douglas Adams stefan de velociraptor self-proclaimed know-it-all Posts: 42 (9/7/04 12:59 am) 203.173.2.229 Reply | Edit | Del Burkle ooc: now now toki, don't let scepticism ruin your sense of humor or anything interesting discussion, but probably not in the middle of Turner's nice Rp Ic: gareth woke, flat on his back with his mouth open and feeling strangely full. he knew that flavor. popcorn. why the HELL was his mouth full of popcorn. Despite the several severe beatings his skull had recieved in the past few days, Gareth knew that only one creature would be so silly as to throw popcorn into the mouth of a sleeping creature. he tried to yell in frustration, forgetting his mouth was full of popcorn, so it came out something like: "AZPHLUR*KOFF*" He sat up and looked around, spitting the popcorn out of his mouth as he did so, only to make a serious dent in both his skull and the roof of the small cage. he lay back down again resignedly and let his bones reknit themselves and the several burst bloodvessels that would have otherwise clotted and given him a stroke re-knit as his mind directed the flow. "ah, so mr rebelious has finaly chosen to wake up. you've been out of it for about two days you know. I almost started to worry about you" Az was sitting on a small log outside the cage, a thick waterproof wrapped around her against the wet weather that had come over the park. "heh, not enough to stop you filling my mouth with popcorn apparently." "well, I figured you could use something to eat. we had to pour water down your throat as well. lucky you didn't choke" "nah, food wasn't a problem. I was *chocolate* tired though, you try staking this place out for five days without sleep and then get smashed around by its various occupants without getting a little fatigued" "oh, poor little you. now are you going to crack or do I have to go and get Dylan to dunk you in the megalodon tank like he promised" "I'd prefer you didn't, we both know what would happen to the poor megalodon if it tried to eat me" "fair point, I won't do that" "judging by the popcorn adhered to those bars though, I very much doubt I'm going to get out of here any time soon, so as soon as I can talk to the ambassadors i'll tell you my problem. I just don't trust turner to be sensible about the whole thing. and even you az, you've been changed a lot by coming out here. it's why dinotopia needs to remain isolated." "I try not to change, you know that yourself, so don't accuse me of being heartless. I'm siding with turner though, you're being foolish and stubborn as always Gareth, and I'm not letting you get away with it. I'll go get Dylan and see what he can rustle up, but you don't have any promises." "thanks Azzy." gareth lay back in the cage and closed his eyes again, picking up a little piece of popcorn, he tossed it up in the air and opened his eyes. it bounced off the roof and back into his mouth. he smiled. Eskara1862 doyenne Posts: 1002 (9/7/04 10:33 pm) 198.81.26.70 Re: Burkle Az laughed to herself as she walked to the kitchen to find some food for Gareth. She decided this was a job better suited to herself than Dylan after all. Besides, Dylan was busy talking with the other ambassadors. While walking, she contemplated her response to Gareth's comment about not wanting to feed him to the meglodon. No, she would not want to really feed him to the shark; he'd probably give poor Ariel awful idigestion! "Hola, Makuse!" the tiny raptor called as she let herself into the realm of snackery. The large, African, pastry chef smiled at Az. "And what are you getting into today? i hope you're not torturing our ambassadors before their dinner tonight." Makuse was in charge of desserts and snacks for Turner Parks main resteraunt. "Ummm..." she tried to smile innocently, "Only one." She then spotted what she had been hunting, scones and tea cakes. Grinning, she grabbed the tray and started out the door." "Behave yourself, Azzy..." He warned. The raptor stuck her head back in the door and called "I always do!" before leaving. Her next stop was the Cretacious Corner, a gift shop. She quickly tossed a few coins at the clerk to make her purchess and left. When she came back to see Gareth, she was pushing a small, highly decorated and shiny, silver cart full of tea cakes and other treats. There was a tiny china tea set with the Turner Park logo on it and a protoceratops surrounded by cherry blossoms. She carried a bag over her arm and ended up kicking it a bit with each step because she was so short and the bag was so big. Ignoring Gareth's look of confusion, she promptly went about setting up an evening tea. Since Gareth's cage was outside, there was an awning over it to keep the sun off and weather from bothering him too much. The raptor grinned that he haddn't noticed the bars had literally been welded to the top. And, there were several jars of neon pink dye sitting around the edge of it. If he tried getting out, he'd be pink for weeks. The little raptor pulled out a video camera and set it up on a tripod, aimed at the cage. After that was set up, she began taking out the items from her bag. "Now, Gareth, if you want any food, you will wear this hat and feathered boa." She grinned as she held out the rather large, purple, floppy, flowered hat and a Big Bird Yellow boa to him. If she rolled up the hat and slowly handed him the boa through the bars, they didn't touch the bars and went through just fine. Sulking, he put them on. The raptor smiled all the bigger and handed him his cup of tea and scones. "Yay! We get to have a party!" She settled down under the awning and smiled at him. "Be nice, or I'll really make you do something silly."
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:32:21 GMT -5
Tamith Evil Incarnated Posts: 8 (9/7/04 10:54 pm) 66.50.91.241 On tea cups and flowers... Dylan O’Connor now dressed in full Dinotopian robes quickly made his way back to where his post had been for the past two days. He felt really guilty about leaving Azzy behind with that… Well, he thought, truthfully it is difficult to describe Gareth. He sighed. At least he’d be sure it was worth her while and was determined to bring her back just about every dessert he found on the menu. He was just around the corner to where Gareth was being kept when he heard the tortured moaning. Frowning, he quickened his pace worried for a moment that something was seriously wrong.
He turned the corner and stared, his jaw hanging a few inches from his handsome face.
Gareth, in flowered hat and feathered boa, sat in the middle of his little lair, clearly not happy with himself glaring down at a tiny cup of tea and a small dish of snacks while Azonthus happily munched on something while recording the whole thing.
It was too priceless.
His amazement turned to amusement in milliseconds and he let out a good-hearted laugh.
“Well, well, well,” he chuckled and ignored the other man’s murderous glare. “Really Gareth, that does look good on you, but I do think pink is more your color.”<br> Azonthus joined him in laugher and offered him a small cup of tea and invited him to sit down and watch the show.
“I felt kinda guilty leaving you behind with this one but…” he grinned, “looks like you found a way to keep yourself busy.”<br> “Me?” Az said innocently. “Naw… this is just the beginning.”
Dylan searched in his robes for a small disposable camera he had gotten earlier at the gift shop and took several pictures from different angles. “For memory’s sake,” he said smiling. “Besides, I know a few people that just might be interest in a little preview before they catch your movie, Az.”<br> “Please!” Azonthus replied. “This is one classic that will be remembered for generations to come!”<br>stefan de velociraptor self-proclaimed know-it-all Posts: 43 (9/8/04 6:00 am) 203.173.2.229 Re: On tea cups and flowers... Gareth was not in the best of moods. He sculled the hot tea and wiped his lips. Eyeing the scones, he considered whether it was worth going on a splurge considering his position. Then he decided against it, reasoning he wouldn’t get much exercise in the cage. Az watched as he looked away again “I thought you liked scones”<br> “I do, but only in situations when I need energy. As it’s very unlikely I’ll be exerting myself much the only thing I need for the moment is a bit of protein”<br> “Well if you want a steak or burger or something, sorry, we don’t have one so you’ll have to do with what we do have, you picky git- HEY!” Az leapt to her feet
“Whud?” Gareth raised an eyebrow, the feather boa hanging limply from his mouth
“Hey, HEY! Don’t eat that! I paid fifty cents for that darn thing. Dylan, stop him!”<br>Dylan just chuckled. “Okay, fine, don’t stop him.” Az pouted
Gareth bit off the end of the boa, feathers fluttering softly onto the floor of the cage, and swallowed. He swiftly followed this motion with a rather amazing gagging noise frantically grasped at his throat
Dylan burst out into even greater peals of laughter
“wha’ ‘id ‘ou ‘o, ‘ou ‘ool’ Gareth choked, spitting up a great lump of feathers.
“I just sealed the feathers so you can’t digest them. You’re going to have to cough them all up now. I hope you’re getting this on camera Az, cause Turner will kill you if he doesn’t get to see this”<br>Gareth meanwhile had coughed up a lump of feathers the size of his fist and spat it out of the cage. “You’re such a showoff, you know, Dylan”<br> This time it was Dylan’s turn to raise an eyebrow “Oh am I? A little rich coming from you”<br> Gareth looked about to reply but stopped and nodded. “Very true. Well, it seems I’m beaten. I eat my hat”<br> And before Dylan could react he did just that.
Turner neophite (9/8/04 10:02 am) 138.237.240.88 Here we come The professor took a break from his paperwork and glanced down at his watch. There were still nearly four hours until his dinner with the ambassadors. He shrugged and read one more report, this one dealing with a near escape of a Dimetrodon. He made a quick notation on the bottom and then placed it atop the steadily growing stack on the corner of his desk. He looked at his watch a second time. 3 hours, 45 minutes left. Not wanting to read anymore for a while, he reached over and picked up the phone, then pressed a number on the speed dial.
"Natasha?...Yeah, that's what I heard.... Wings? Really? and four legs.... No, thats not any species I've ever heard of. You're sure there wasnt another malfunction with the gene-sequencers? No, of course not I'm not doubting you or your abilities" He said rolling his eyes "Actually, I think I'll come down and have a look at it, theres just the one right?...Okay, good idea, I'll bring Dr. Busbey with me, maybe he'll know what it is. We'll see you in a few"
Josh hung the phone up and stood from his desk, straighting his coat as he left his office and walked down the hall to the office of Andrew Busbey, Chief of Paleontology and former professor of Turner's.
He opened the door to find the portly scientist sitting behind his computer typing rapidly as he bobbed his head in time with the classical music streaming from his computer speakers. "What's up?" He asked, never taking his eyes away from the screen.
"Natasha made a newbie from those bones we got last month. She says it's unlike anything she's ever seen"
This caused Busbey to look up "Really..." He said, seeming rather intrigued. "Does it sound familiar to you? " He asked of Josh
"It does, and it doesnt, if that makes any sense" Josh said, thinking to himself. "Lets just say it's got an interesting mix of characteristics."
There was a clanger of computerized noise as Busbey shut his computer down. The two men exited the room and headed down the hall. "Let's check it out.." He said, opening the door for Josh. " and hope it's not another Frankenstien creature" Labsmurf polyvalent Posts: 8 (9/8/04 3:33 pm) 82.197.204.92 Re: Here we come ((OOC I guess we now wait for the post by Tamith, about the dinner thing? My brain is seriously too fried to type right now. My sister broke her arm so now shes at the hospital to have it set, she has to spend the night there and so is mom. That effectively leaves me with a lot of chore and a little brother and phone that rings a LOT. (I appear to be communications center between my mom, my stephdad, my granddad and the neighbours right now, lol.)))
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:32:40 GMT -5
Turner neophite (9/8/04 5:48 pm) 64.244.161.64 It okay,they're married "We both looked at it,and even Dr. Busbey said he'd never seen anything like it" Josh mentioned as he placed his tie around his neck and struggled to get it on properly. Rebecca, still in her blue cotton robe, saw that he was struggling and stood before him to tie it properly
She looked up him and smiled sweetly as she took the black tie in her fingers after she'd fixed the loop. The sweet smile quickly changed to a wicked glare. "You're going to that dinner.." She said, pulling the tie tight, so tight Josh gulped for air. "and I dont want any excuses, or ringing cell phones tonight. This is about Dinotopia.." She said, releasing the tie and retaking her normal voice "We've kept the ambassadors waiting long enough. And tomarrow you, Andrew and Natasha can play with that baby to your hearts content" She finished, taking the tone that a teacher might take with a young child. "Do we have a deal"
Josh looked dejected, he sat on the bed and looked at the floor "Do we?" She asked. He looked at the doorway "DO WE" her voice came again. He looked at the ceiling. "JOSHUA..."
"Fine.." He sighed, faking disappointment.
Rebecca smiled, knowing she'd won out. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "And if you're a good boy, you might get a surprise this evening too" She flirted.
It was going to be a good night Turner neophite (9/9/04 1:04 pm) 64.244.161.54 Filler Charles pulled the black limo from its usual spot under the canopy and brought it up the driveway, parking it right in front of the door. The sun was setting, giving rise to another beautiful west Texas night. Charles knew Rebecca's particularities regarding the air-conditioning, and he took a few minutes to make sure the car's temperature was just right, before honking the horn once to summon the Turners.
The door opened and Rebecca stepped out first, elegantly dressed in a light-blue gown, a blue silken shaw around her shoulders. The professor followed, closing and locking the door behind him. His black pants made a slight swishing noise when he walked towards the car. Charles was already there, holding the door open for them. "Thank you Charles" Rebecca said, stepping into the car first. "Evening Charles" Josh said, shaking the man's hand. "Looking good Professor" Charles replied. "Nice belt-buckle my man" He said looking down and making reference to the golden Tyrannosaur skull Josh wore on his belt. "Yeah, you like that. Picked it up in South Dakota last time I was up there" Josh said, before a silver gleem from the front of the car caught his attention. Charles looked over his shoulder and smiled as Turner rushed around to the hood of the car. "It finally came!" Josh exclaimed, bending over to examine the silver bull Triceratops now fused to the hood. "Ooh, thats nice" "It came this morning, along with a pretty hefty bill.." Charles stated before he was cut off "Josh, Charles, we need to go, now" Rebecca stated firmly, her top half sticking out of the car's sun-roof. "Coming dear.." Josh said. His wife sank back into the car and Josh shrugged as he took one last look at the hood ornament and whistled. "Better not keep her waiting" Turner said, rising and stepping back towards the car doors. Charles opened it again and checked to verify their destination. "The Manchurian Room right?" "Yep... Oh" He said, reaching into his breast pocket. "We need to swing by here first and pick up Natasha" He handed the paper with the doctor's adress on it to Charles and then climbed inside to join his wife.
The car engine started and they pulled away from the house. The Turner's settled in for a long ride. Charles deep voice came over the intercom "How about some music back there?" He asked
"Sure" Rebecca said. "Do we still have the Frank Sinatra CD up there"
"I'll check" He replied. She was soon answered by the opening notes of "Fly Me To The Moon" coming through the car speakers. Turner neophite (9/14/04 11:17 am) 64.244.161.61 NurseRaptors The doors to the incubation area opened slowly as the Dromaeosaurid stepped through. She sniffed the air repeatedly and honked slightly. Now that the human staff had retired for the evening, it was time for the Nurse raptors to take over.
If the basic anatomic structure of the Security Raptors were best compared to that of a Deinonychus, then the nine Nurse Raptors would be more along the lines of a Velociraptor. Small, slender graceful creatures with a maternity instinct that would make a Maiasaura feel like a neglegent parent. Their coloration is a blue-ish purple with small red blotches along the neck and hind legs. Unlike their cousins in the Security Force, all Nurse Raptors were female and genetically blessed with an opposable thumb.
Alison was the largest of the force, standing just over four-feet tall. She was also the Matriarch of the clan, and as such, was priviliaged to classified information usually not made public.
Her yellow eyes widened as she picked up the clipboard and read her duties for the evening. Unlike other evenings, her attention tonight would be devoted to only one infant and the red letters at the bottom of the schedule that she was only raptor allowed near this creature.
She removed the paper and placed it in the pocket of her apron just as the other 8 raptors entered the room. They chirped greetings to their boss then set to work with their jobs.
Alison hummed to herself as she keyed in the code and waited to be granted entrance to the clean room. The doors hissed open. She stepped through and they closed behind her. The small being was then enveloped in a warm,cleansing mist. The doors to the hatchery opened and she stepped through into a large white room with an elevated nest in the center and not much else.
Not wanting to disturb whatever was in the nest, she stepped silently towards it and looked over the rim.
"What in the heck"............. Turner neophite (9/14/04 6:15 pm) 64.244.161.56 Baby Dragons Alison had been in the presence of nearly every type of vertabrate infant in the park, from the largest Sauropods to the tiny Hyracotherium foals but in her ten years of service, she'd never seen anything quite like the foot-long hatchling curled up next to her.
The main body of the infant reminded her tremendously of a Iguandontid. Slender, equine like head, short neck, barrel-like body, spike thumbs on the front limbs, three toes on the hind legs. The similarities ended there, because on the middle of the back were a pair of membrenous wings, similar to those of the pterosaurs, even with the grasping fingers on the middle section of the wing. The baby was a dark brown with green and grey spots, only time would tell if this coloration would change.
The infant stirred, flapped its wings and looked up at Alison before curling up into a ball and going back to sleep.The creature burped and the Nurseraptor could have sworn she smelt sulfer
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:33:24 GMT -5
Tamith Evil Incarnated Posts: 9 (9/19/04 4:59 pm) 216.192.181.134 Dinner OOC: Here you go, I haven't spell checked it or proof read it for that matter so I hope it makes sense, I'll drop by to check on it later. Edit: Yeah right, Oxalis will drop by later to spell check it
Raindrops hit the windshield of the black Limo as it sped outside of Turner Park and into the highway. The Dinotopian ambassadors rode in silence, each contemplating privately exactly what it was that they were going to say to the Turners. The climax of their long journey was finally coming to an end, but all of them knew that this apparent conclusion was just the beginning of the next episode in their lives.
Dylan O’Connor sighed not sure how their request would be taken by the Turners. They were Dinotopians after all, and he knew the heated debate that had developed back on the island about this. He pushed those thoughts aside thinking it best to leave those worries to Kha’ling, she had been sent along with Castra to do all the talking. He stared out the window at the trails of water left by the raindrops on the glass and smiled. Before leaving he had warned Gareth of what was going to become of him if he tried to escape and he honestly hoped the other man heeded his warnings. Otherwise they were gonna have to peel Gareth’s body from the bottom of the cage with a spatula and he was sure the other man would not be very amused by that. Still, if he tried anything, Azzy had him on speed dial so he’d be right over and not let Gareth’s humiliation last too long.
The car finally came to a stop some time later and the driver got out to hold open the door for them making the Dinotopians extremely amused, them not being used to that kind of behavior. They stepped into the restaurant and Dylan immediately made inquiries about the Turners since he was the only one that fully dominated the language. The restaurant host immediately led them to a large table where Rebecca, Josh, and Natasha were already sitting and waiting for them, drinks already ordered.
After having them settle in and ordering drinks and appetizers for the newcomers, it was Josh Turner who started the conversation.
“It seems like forever since we could actually sit down and talk, Ambassadors,” he told them in fluent Dinotopian, “Please tell me why is it that you came here in the first place. After that, we will give the latest news in Park discoveries and overall findings in general.”<br> “Thank you, Professor,” Kha’ling Zestra replied. “Truth is the reasons that brought us here are somewhat complicated. We come under the insistence of one of our scientists as a matter of fact, even though I am sure she did not think her request would lead us here.”<br> “Interesting,” Josh muttered. “How so?”<br> “It began several months back,” she started. “Our lead volcanologist was making a throughout mapping of the magma tubes and hydrothermal vents that surround the city of Volcanum. She is very peculiar and prefers to work on her own, but is reliable enough for us to know she’ll report all of her findings to us. As it was, she found something which both alarmed and amazed us. She described to us an entire ecosystem that developed without the aid of sunlight, but thrives in the earth’s interior where the proximity of passive volcanic and plutonic activities make it warm enough for organisms to survive. “What she has described to us is mind-boggling and we’d love nothing more than to send a team of biologists down there in order to catalog and observe these creatures. What’s more, we believe that if such an ecosystem is possible within Dinotopia, then perhaps such creatures can be found in the outside as well.” She paused for a moment to look over at Dylan who was busy playing with his water glass. He stopped his antics and smiled sheepishly before the woman continued.
“The problem is she refuses to take anyone into the cave system and since they are so extensive, a scientific party would be lost in no time without a guide. The only other person that has gone into those caves with her wont do anything without her consensus as well so we were forced to address her point.”<br> “So how does this connect to us?” Rebecca asked noticing that Kha’ling looked uncomfortable.
“She agreed to take a team into those caves under one condition,” she started, “She insists that we must be properly armed before she takes anyone down there. As you know, our code forbids the use of weapons so we have none nor do we have experience with them on the Island.”<br> There was a long silence before Josh laughed. “Let me get this straight, a Dinotopian is demanding that you use weapons on the island? That’s… unheard of.”<br> “She’s not Dinotopian,” Kha’ling explained. “She’s a Dolphinback. She arrived to our shores several years ago, but her expertise in volcanic and intrusive igneous processes is superior to anyone we had on the island.”<br> “Who’s the other person that has gone into the caves?” Rebecca asked. “Maybe he can be reasoned with. I do not agree with the idea of bringing weapons to the island, no matter what reasons she may have.”<br> “That wont work,” Dylan said speaking up for the first time, “The other person is me and I will not go against what Mairi says, even if it goes against my upbringing. She’s the expert; she knows what she’s doing.”
“How did you get to know a Volcanologist?” Josh asked curiously knowing well that Dylan’s expertise was in hydrology.
“She’s my brother’s wife’s best friend,” he said lightly. “She lives with us. I went into those caves once to help her map and to measure the amount of water vapor being emitted by the melts we found at different depths. I also checked some hydrothermal action. Water from volcanoes though it might sound strange.”
“So you see our dilemma and our request,” Kha’ling stated returning the conversation to the matter at hand. “What do you think?”<br> Labsmurf polyvalent Posts: 9 (9/20/04 1:42 pm) 82.197.197.212 Re: Dinner ((Can't Dylan study geisers or something? Then you'd have your link between the habitat of the water and the Vulcanology... Josh, those nurse raptors are scarier then then the security raptors by the way. )) Dr Marcus smiled and listened to the whole story, even she missed a few words due to the still very much present thick Dinotopian accent. She wondered if it was a good idea to have this discussion in a restaurant, the ambassadors looks and language not fitting into any commonly known culture. The subject to be discussed could make really interesting headlines should it somehow leak out. She knew they were being watched and discussed at a table nearby, the lady wasn't quite pointing and laughing yet but it was close... She wondered if she should have left the pictures of the new creature in the car.
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Post by Azonthus on Mar 8, 2005 22:33:42 GMT -5
Turner neophite (9/20/04 5:51 pm) 64.244.161.55 Okay Dr. Marcus seemed preoccuppied by the couple at the neighboring table. Josh noticed this over his shoulder as the ambassador continued to drone on about the finer points of the unique geology. From what he saw,they were indeed snickering and pointing. The Professor would have nothing of this.
"I hope you're enjoying our conversation as much as I am" He said loudly, turning his seat to face the couple. "If you'd like I'll send you a transcript afterwards" The couple was speechless, the woman blushed and the man looked down at his menu, trying to pretend he was not being adressed. Josh waited for a responce, but none came. "Nosey *chocolate*" He muttered turning his chair back to face his dinner party
"Tell me more about this ecosystem. I'm assuming these creatures are just as unique as the rest of the Dinotopian beings, right?" Josh asked, now facing the guests
"More than you know.." The ambassador began. Turner neophite (9/20/04 8:27 pm) 64.244.161.59 Dinotopian Cryptozoology Kha'ling took a sip of her water and continued. "Professor, I remember looking through several of your books and finding references to creatures considered legendary or mythical in cultures of the outer worlds." The other ambassadors watched her intently. "Beings such as Bigfoot, the yeti, the Loch Ness Monster and even alleged people from other planets." The table chuckled at the mention of aliens. "And Dinotopian culture is no different my friends, we have our own mythical creatures as well." "Surely you've heard of the Oxalis, Professor?" Dylan asked "Yeah, I remember that one. Its supposed to be a big feathered snake with wings that glow in the dark, right?" Turner asked, his Dinotopian mythology being a tad rusty
"One of the creatures she encountered fits the description of an Oxalis, as well as even creatures like Trimps and Kubiacks" Kha'ling said, her voice totally serious.
"Trimps?" Rebecca said, her eyes widening."Trimps?" She asked again
"Whats a trimp?" Her husband asked.
Rebecca thought for a moment "It's like a white Hyracotherium with pink spots and two curled horns, one between the eyes and another between the nostrals. It's a mammal and about the size of a Compy"
Josh made a wierd look and said "Guess I missed that one"
"Probably so, they're very popular with little girls and...." She got that wide-eyed look that Josh knew meant she was going to talk for a long time. He quickly changed the subject
"So what kinda weapons does your vulcanologist have in mind?" Tamith Evil Incarnated Posts: 10 (9/21/04 8:56 pm) 65.38.215.216 more Kha’ling sighed. “In truth we do not know,” she told him. “Something better than the rudimentary weaponry some of the Basin clans on the island posses.”<br> “She didn’t specify?” Josh asked.
“She doesn’t even know we’re here,” Dylan told him. “There was a big argument with respects as to what would be done with her findings. Some were proposing sending a force of a considerable size into the cave system, an idea she was completely against. They thought that a large party would be able to better explore, but she never wanted to take anyone down there with her. In the end I think her temper got the best of her and she told the rest of the gathered group she wouldn’t dream of taking anyone down there unless they were properly armed with something more than pointy sticks, among other things.” Dylan smiled. “I haven’t seen her since and I live with her. She doesn’t do very well with big crowds brooding all over her and we all know earth scientist can be a bit…weird.”<br> “Ok…” Josh muttered. “I guess we can expect a warm welcome from her then.”<br> “Very,” Dylan agreed. “She’s quite pleasant once you get to know her, actually. I’m sure we’ll have no problem talking her into taking a small group with her, you know, something less than the 50 people the council was proposing.”<br> “At least you seem positive about it,” Kha’ling told her fellow ambassador. She didn’t seem the least bit as confident as he. Turner neophite (9/21/04 9:47 pm) 64.244.161.58 I'm in "If I could provide sufficent weapons, and even some other useful technology, like nightvison goggles, flashlights, stuff like that. How long would you need to find your explorers" Turner asked of Kha'ling
"We had hoped professor, that, given your knowledge, Dinotopian background, and shall we say, creative knack for solving problems, that you, your wife, Dr. Marcus and perhaps Azonthus would comprise the bulk of our team"
Turner smiled politely and thought to himself. Rebecca gripped his arm lightly and whispered "We have to help them. This is an honor"
"I know that" He whispered back, rather sternly "but we cant afford to leave the park right now. Who knows how long this thing could take"
"Professor, Mrs. Turner?" Kha'ling asked. The Turners looked back at her "We understand that you are very busy, and we're not asking that we leave right away." She asked, before pausing. " Would a month be long enough for you to get your affairs in order"
Josh thought for several moments. The idea of another exploration was definantly temping. He had enough staff to run the park. Hell, Quigely and Croco could probably do it themselves. He looked at Natasha, who nodded yes, then at Rebecca who glowed at the idea of seeing her homeland again. He smiled
"I'll have to check with Azonthus, but we're in" Turner neophite (9/22/04 8:32 pm) 64.244.161.58 Just some info on a neglected species Coelophysis hate rain. They shares a racial memory and fear of the atmospheric condition with most Triassic species. During the arid Triassic, rain meant trouble, trouble meant muddy feet, poor hunting conditions and the occasional floods. Floods meant death.
The flock at Turner Park numbered 25 of the highly social and inquisitive therapods. Unlike other predatory species, there was no social hierarchy. Squabbles were common, usually over food or mating rights to reseptive females. Then there was the nasty habit exihibited by males of attacking and eating rambuncious hatchlings. These critters kept the keepers on their toes, so much that a special regiment of the Therapod keepers were formed just to keep the flock from collapsing upon itself.
The rainstorm showed little sign of letting up. It had driven the entire flock into their cave-like shelter. Their bipedal serpentine bodies curled up next to each other and on top of one another forming a tangled mess of Triassic dinosaurs
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